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Summary: Jeff Hardy had made a successful comeback after years away from the WWE, and he should be on cloud nine but he finds himself lost with no direction. Can a person from his past come back and change him for the better or will he be lost forever?
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So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
"Well if it isn't the prodigal son returned home to his daddy!" Gil said throwing his arms around his youngest boy as Jeff made his way into the home. He had been in the kitchen making lunch for him and his house guest and heard the car pull up on the land out front. When he had checked he had seen that it was the car his son prided himself on and he was admittedly happy to see him.
"Hey Dad, did I get home fast enough to get whatever it is I left here or what?" Jeff asked, a smile on his face also happy to see his father. It had been way too long since he had allowed himself to come home and even longer since had stopped in and seen his father.
A memory clouded his mind then, of how he had been planning to bring Trish here after Raw. He had wanted his father to finally get to meet the woman he had been talking about to him for three years. As he looked at his father, apron on and all he realized he had wished she could be here with him now. He couldn't let his mind work through anything but where she was and if she was alright.
"Son that looks like the face of a man who lost his puppy. Whats got your mind in a knot?"
Did he dare tell his father that the woman he had spoken of more then once with him had been run off again by his very own stupidity? Would his father understand? It was one thing a few years back when he had been going through issues with pain pills and his career in a downward spiral, but now that he was happier, better adjusted and rested, it wouldn't be stood for.
"I think I messed up again Daddy. I don't know why I ever thought I could go back."
Gil patted the boy on the arm and motioned for him to join him in the kitchen, where they always had their talks over a homemade meal. It was like a southern comfort he hoped he would never have to rid himself of and he found now, as he took in his old house again, and all of the touches his mother had left on it, something he was glad to be home to receive.
"So what is it that you think you have done this time Jeffrey?"
He took a deep breath, sorting all of the words out in his head, ready to spill it all out on the table to his father and hope for the best.
"Trish came back to wrestling Daddy, and we finally talked, after all of these years I admitted to her that I needed her and I loved her. We were in a good place and then the story on the show changed, and it was something that she wasn't ready to see. It went further then it should have and I think I may have lost her for good."
"What exactly did you do?"
"I was supposed to kiss another woman on camera. Now while that alone wouldn't be a big deal to any of us, least of all Trish, the woman kissed me in a way that she should only be kissing her husband and I kissed back. It went too far and Trish witnessed the entire thing. She has been missing all week and no one can seem to find her."
Gil listened to his boy talk, all the while knowing that she was just up and over those stairs, either asleep or listening to the two of them talk. He knew he should tell his son that she was here with them right now but knew that would come in time after he got out what he needed to say.
"What makes you think she is missing?"
"Well I couldn't reach her, so I flew to her home, and that of her friends in Toronto and none of them had seen her and her car is where she left it. The WWE even went as far as to send out a party of people to look for her and no one has seen her. Daddy I'm worried about her and if she is even alive. If I made her run and something bad happened to her I would never live with myself."
Gil nodded in understanding, still not believing this to be the right time. Eventually Jeff would wonder what he had left here and when he did, then and only then would Gil tell him what he wanted to know so badly. He didn't have to look any further then the Hardy land to find what he was looking for.
"You have 5 new voice messages. Press 1 to hear new messages."
Trish pressed one on her phone and held her breath deeply. She knew she had bailed on work and that Vince was going to be one or all of these calls right now. She had been dreading it for the last three days and hearing his voice booming through her speaker almost made her want to hang up the phone and get lost in the land even longer.
She knew she had taken a misstep and at the very least could have asked for the night off citing family issues, but at the time that it happened she hadn't wanted too. She just knew that she wanted to get away from the pain and revel in something new and different. She needed to deal with things her way and come to terms with the demons of her past.
"Patricia call me when you get this. You have a lot of people worried about you and missing Raw is not something I know you to do. Call me anytime."
She pressed seven and deleted the message, gearing herself for the next message. As if on cue, her best friend spoke into the phone. Another person she had to get in touch with before they thought she was dead.
"Trish its Ash. Please call me when you get this. Jeff has been by here and is looking for you. I know what happened at Raw and I know you're upset but we can figure a way to deal with this."
Again hitting seven she took in the next message, all the while doing so trying to keep herself from breaking down into tears.
"Baby, I love you, what happened wasn't planned. I didn't know she was going to kiss me that way and I just responded. It did NOT mean anything. I need you please call me. I can't do this life without you."
She knew that when she got back to the house she was going to break down and call him and let him know where she was. She owed him that much if not a whole lot more. Seeing things the way she had earlier in his room, seeing it all through his eyes had been enough to make that decision for her. He may have hurt her in the past but he was different now and she knew that what had happened with Maria would never be the thing to break them forever.
She truly believed now that her and Jeff were meant to be here together. They were meant to make a home here in Cameron, a home that they would be grateful to come home to from the road together. She knew now that everything that happened before, Ron and Beth, had all been stepping stones to get where they needed to be now.
Picking up her pace and not caring about the last message she ran towards the house, letting the grass crumple underneath her all in her excitement to tell Jeff exactly what she had been thinking. He needed to know now that she had really finally moved on from the past and was ready to start the future together.
She realized instantly that her ankle was no longer acting up, as if now that she had dealt with the pain in her heart, the pain in her body had been healed and she could finally start really living again.
As she got to the door, she stopped and took one look around the land again, not realizing the car that was off to the other side of the house while she scanned. She really felt now that she had found her place. Trish Stratus was finally where she belonged. She was home.
